Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 18

By
The Paperbag Princess & The Pumpkin Coach

Where the hell was she? All night I'd been practically tripping over myself and everyone else on stage trying to get through everything so we could be alone. Before the show she'd disappeared to her car, and I hadn't seen her again until we hit the stage. She'd changed into her leather pants and one of my t-shirts that she'd cut up so it showed off her arms and was cut low enough that I could see her tattoo when she stood up to cheer. Damn. She expected me to concentrate with her looking like that?

There! Finally she was in front of me and I ran ahead, barely hearing Frank calling for me. One. Two. Three.

"Bunny! You were amazing!" She laughed as I pulled her into my arms, picking her up off the ground and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I nearly dropped her as she pushed her hips against my stiff cock. Thank god these pants had pleats, otherwise I'd be dying here. She giggled into my ear, "You're all worked up, aren't you?"

All I could do was nod, walking faster as Frank motioned me to the waiting van. Dropping her would certainly mean getting teased for the rest of the tour. Maybe my life. Besides, it would just be my luck…

"Remember that time you carried me up the stairs, baby?" She sighed as I set her down on the seat in the van and climbed in after her.

I just smirked at her, "I didn't drop you!" Well, I'd almost dropped her…

"It ended well, enough, yes," she teased, running her hand through my sweaty hair and pulling me down to her lips. She kissed me too quickly, pulling away and smiling at me as she settled back into the seat. That was the first time we'd ever made love… I visited that moment in time a lot when I was alone. Although in my fantasies she was always magically naked by the time we got to her bedroom.

James slid into the seat next to me, "Wow! Man, you all put on quite a show! I want things to blow up now, Rache!"

She giggled, leaning across me to see James, "See! I told you… after seeing one of these elaborate shows, ours looks so… so…"

"Amateur?"

"Plain. I want costume changes and lighting designers!"

I had to laugh at them as they went on about how they could convince Darien and Jeremy to put costume changes into their show.

"Oh, it would be all Spinal Tap if we tried it!" James laughed, reaching over and taking a bottle of water from Rachel. Where'd that come from?

"Yeah, Stonehenge would be all of 2 feet tall and when Jeremy tried to make the guitar catch on fire, it'd just pop like a sparkler or something!"

They were so cute, my girl and her best friend. Soon we were all talking and I didn't even notice that the van had stopped at the hotel.

"Want to stop, Nick?" Frank asked, his hand on the door handle.

Don't we always? Oh, right. Rachel and James. Might be a bad idea. I looked over at Rachel and she smiled, leaning toward me. "Bunny, I need a quick shower after being in the car all day. Why don't you stop with the others and be adored by your fans for a bit?"

I pouted at her, and she pulled me closer, kissing my ear before whispering to me, "I know, baby… but when you get upstairs, all the candles will be lit and I'll be all wet and slippery…"

I couldn't let her finish. I kissed her soundly, loving how she leaned into me as I sucked on her tongue and then couldn't quite catch her breath as I pulled away, "I love wet and slippery Rachel."

Frank opened the door and she took his hand, climbing out over me. She jumped down and grinned back at me and waving bye as Frank rolled his eyes, "It will be a few minutes, you freaks! Nick, you go with Carlos and I'll make sure James and Rachel get upstairs okay."

Whatever. I wasn't stopping for long!

I walked into the bedroom, naked from my shower, expecting him to make some comment about my hot bod, but there was nothing. Was he still downstairs being adored by his harem of fans? Maybe he was cleaning up the front room? No, he was asleep, sprawled out on the bed. At least most of his dirty clothes were picked up.

Sleeping was good. He should stay sleeping. I could not make love to him and not tell him about what happened with Jeremy.

Fuck. This was bad. This was very bad. I hadn't seen my boyfriend in a week. I should not be happy that he's asleep when we could be having sex.

Quietly, I found his clean clothes, slipping into a t-shirt and boxers. I could at least have his clothes, if he was too tired to make love to me.

Brushing out my wet hair, I sat on the bed, considering him. He looked so adorable when he was asleep… there was a tiny smile on his lips. He wouldn't be smiling when I told him about Jeremy. I knew that. But maybe he'd understand? It was just a brief moment. He knew how upset I'd been that entire day. Could I really be blamed for reaching out for whatever comfort I could find?

Yeah, I could. Nick hated my relationship with Jeremy, and no wonder. Every time I thought it was over, something happened to fuck it up. I'd told Nick a million times that nothing had happened between Jeremy and me for months, more than a year, and now I had to admit that something had, when I should have been talking to my boyfriend. I was so stupid sometimes.

"Nick," I whispered, shaking him gently. Wake up. No, don't wake up. If he wakes up, I have to tell him.

"What, baby?" he asked sleepily, reaching out for me. When he realized I was sitting up, he blinked at me, confused and adorable.

"I'm sorry."

"What's wrong? Shit, I fell asleep, didn't I?" he wondered, yawning, but I decided to just say it. If I hesitated, if I teased him about falling asleep on me, I'd never tell him.

"I kissed Jeremy. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, but I was so scared and miserable, and he came in to comfort me, and we have such a bad history… I thought that was under control, but the world sorta blew up, and so did that. I'm sorry, Nick. I'm so sorry."

He just stared at me, and my heart sank. "What?" he whispered, sitting up. I could see anger and hurt on his face, illuminated by the candles I'd lit for us.

"It was the day everything happened, late. It hit me all at once and I… I just had a breakdown. I freaked out, and Jeremy found me and …"

"Fucked you, of course."

"No!" I yelled. "God, no. Just a kiss. Or two."

"How many?" He leapt off the bed, throwing his pillow across the room angrily. Oh, was this going to be a throwing things sort of fight? I flicked on the light next to the bed, blowing out the candles nearby. No need to start a fire if he was going to be throwing things around. "How many, Rachel?" he growled, and I got up, standing on the opposite side of the bed from him.

"A couple. I don't know. It wasn't anything. It was just… I was upset, and he was familiar."

"And how often does that happen? You get upset a lot. I talk to you all the time when something's pissed you off. Do you always run to Jeremy then?"

"No. Don't be stupid, Nick."

"Don't tell me not to be stupid. I see the way he looks at you! He always seems to be conveniently there whenever we have a fight."

"Bullshit!" That wasn't even approaching true. I should have waited until he was more awake to tell him this because he was just making shit up now. "That's ridiculous. I don't even talk to him about you!"

"Of course you don't, your mouth is too busy kissing him!"

I had to catch myself before I leapt across the bed and smacked him. Breathe. Just breathe. I needed to stop being defensive, but I couldn't stand him accusing me of things that weren't true. "That's not true," I finally bit out. "My relationship with Jeremy is long in the past."

"Obviously not!"

I held up my hand, going on. "It was a mistake, Nick. I admit that, and I'm sorry I hurt you. It was stupid, but I was freaked out and I needed some comforting for a minute."

"You couldn't have gone to James? Darien? Lola?"

Sighing, I rubbed my head. "I didn't go to anyone, Nick. Jeremy came in the bedroom to check on me."

"Of fucking course! See, he's always looking for a chance with you."

"He is not!"

"And he's doing it just to piss me off, because he knows I hate him."

"Yeah, Nick, it was all about you," I snarled sarcastically. "I'm so sure that Jeremy came into my room and discovered me a crying mess and thought 'oh, let me make my move, that'll really piss Nick off.' Get over yourself."

"Well, he certainly didn't hold himself back because you've got a boyfriend!"

"Fuck, Nick, I think I made the first move! Stop trying to blame this all on Jeremy."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "At least my girl the other night made the first move. I wasn't trying to cheat on you."

What? What girl?

She took a step back, blinking at me. "What?" she whispered, looking like I'd slapped her. But I was too angry now to care.

"Last night, I had a girl in my room. But she wasn't my fucking ex, she was just some random groupie."

"That makes it better?" she shrieked, and now I had to take a step back. Shit, shit, shit. I shouldn't have said anything. I got so stupid when I was angry.

She made out with Jeremy! That was worse!

"At least I wasn't going to see her again!"

"What, was she another one of your fairy princesses, like the Little goddamn fucking Mermaid in Boston? They just disappear in the morning in a puff of smoke, no guilt, no repercussions?"

"Nothing happened with her!"

"Your friends thought it was going to! Don't even get me started on your fucking friends, Nick. You don't want to have that talk with me."

"At least I don't make out with my friends!" Ew. Not going there. "Because Jeremy is just your friend, right?" I growled.

"At least he was there for me and not off fucking some groupie!"

"I didn't fuck her!"

"She was still here! Was she in this bed? Goddamnit, Nick, do you get off on that?" She stalked out of the room, and I ran after her, grabbing her arm. Whirling around, she glared at me so hard I stepped away from her. Shit. "Don't touch me."

"What, only Jeremy gets to do that now?"

She screamed, a wordless shriek of frustration, tossing a pillow in my general direction.

"Quit that!" I demanded, ducking.

"Fuck you!" she yelled, throwing another pillow.

"I don't need this shit, Rachel," I informed her, and walked out.

And walked right into Howie and James. Shit. Why did I leave the room? It was my fucking room!

"Need some ice, little man?" James asked, smiling at me. Fucking James. He probably knew the whole time. Hell, he probably encouraged it. At least if Rachel was with Jeremy, the band would stay together. I just glared at him and he raised an eyebrow at me. "Shit, did she tell you?"

Howie looked between the two of us. "You told her about the girl last night?"

"What?" James asked. "What girl? What did you do?"

"Nothing as bad as she did. Fucking Jeremy!" Okay, that sounded defensive, even to me.

"I didn't fuck him!" Rachel yelled, opening the door and glaring at all of us. "Get back in here."

"No," I pouted.

She didn't give me a choice, grabbing me by the shirt and dragging me back into the room and slamming the door behind us. "We're not discussing this with the entire world."

"Did James know?"

"Of course James knew! He said I shouldn't tell you, and I'm starting to think he was right."

"Why did you tell me, then?"

"Because…" She took a deep breath, stepping away from me. "Because I knew it was wrong, and I didn't want to be keeping secrets."

I had to sit down because I was shaking so badly. If we kept yelling at each other, I was going to end up back in the car with James, and didn't want to do that. If for no other reason than I was exhausted. "We both fucked up, Nick. Can we admit that and stop yelling at each other?"

He just glared at me, still standing with his back against the door.

"Please," I pleaded. "I'm sorry." I would not cry. Boys always crumbled when girls cried, and I used that all the time when I fought with Jeremy. It was a stupid, girly thing to do, and I didn't want to manipulate Nick into forgiving me.

But I really wanted to cry. He'd been with someone else? He'd kissed someone else? He'd lain on the bed with her and touched her like he touched me? I never would have known if he hadn't slipped. How many other things didn't I know about him?

"Bad things happened this week, and I'm so sorry I hurt you," I managed to say. "I just… I just so needed to be held and touched and loved for a minute. I bet that's why you were making out with the fairy princess."

He smiled, just a little, at my lame joke, and I knew he was remembering our conversation about that Ariel girl in Boston. I didn't think I had the energy to be that silly now, but at least we could be rational.

"What was her name?" I tried to tease, and he shrugged.

"Erin? No, Erica."

That was sorta sad, wasn't it? He'd had to find a stranger to comfort him when he was sad. At least I had Jeremy. As wrong as it might have been, I knew him.

I held out my hand to him, and he joined me on the couch, sitting on the opposite side. Shit, he didn't want to touch me? "I don't think there's a Princess Erica. She's the one that was trapped here, that you were telling me about, right? Who was trapped? Rapunzel? Sleeping Beauty?"

He laughed. "She did have long hair…"

"Then she's Rapunzel," I asserted, leaning my head against the back of the couch, as I turned to see him better.

"I'm going to check out all the groupies from now on for the best fairy tale reference."

She tried to smile, but I knew she didn't mean it. Shit. "I'm sorry, Rache," I admitted. "I won't check out the groupies for anything."

Nodding, she blinked back tears. "It's okay. I understand. Boston was your friends egging you on, and yesterday was the world blowing up. But one more time and I'm going to disappear like in a fairy tale, Nick." Her eyes met mine and I knew she was completely serious, even though she was trying to joke about it.

Yeah, I'd fucked up enough. And so had she. We had to figure out this touring thing, didn't we? I just missed her so fucking much when she wasn't right next to me.

"Okay. I understand about Jeremy, too," I told her. I did understand. I hated that he'd been there when I wasn't, but I understood the need to stop dwelling on all the horror of the last few days and just feel something physical. "I'm sorry I freaked out. Guess I was feeling a little guilty."

"This is why secrets are bad. Let's not keep secrets, okay? Tell me when something like this happens. It's better than screaming at each other… in front of our friends. Were Howie and James really out there?"

"Yeah." Shit, I'd have to hear it from the guys tomorrow… I just knew it. I didn't want them in my relationship with Rachel.

She nodded, yawning. "I'm surprised James hasn't called for the details already."

I smiled, leaning over to brush the hair off her forehead. She looked ready to fall asleep right here. "Me too," I joked. "Is he going to poison my breakfast tomorrow?"

"Ah, Jeremy's survived this long, don't worry." She yawned again, and I smiled, getting off the couch and pulling her into my arms.

"Come on, buttercup, let's go to bed."

"I can't." She didn't move, not looking at me.

"Why?"

She glanced over to the bedroom, and then back at me, "Were you with her in that bed?"

Laughing, I pulled her towards the bedroom. "I'm not that stupid, Rache. I switched rooms. I was in James' room last night."

"Ah, so he's sleeping in the bed of sin."

"It wasn't anything. We just laid on the bed and talked, really. Kissed a little." Maybe a little more… Was that keeping a secret? A lie of omission? Why hurt her any more?

"Still…" she sighed, falling onto the bed. "Come here. Let's stop talking, we have better things to do."

I stripped off my clothes, laughing at her. "Like sleeping, you mean. You're about to crash out."

"You can wake me up, bunny," she pleaded, holding out her arms. Instead, I pulled back the covers on the other half of the bed and then rolled her over into them, tucking her in.

"You are here for days and days, and we're exhausted. We can have sex in the morning."

She pouted at me for a second, and then spoiled it with a yawn. "We can nap."

"Whatever, buttercup." I slid in next to her, happy when she snuggled up to me. "Isn't there a Princess Buttercup?"

Giggling, she looked up at me. "I can't believe I hadn't thought of that until now. James and I were very into The Princess Bride."

"And that was the coolest fairy tale ever, of course." I kissed her, feeling her relax into me. "I love you. Sleep now." I kissed her again, and she settled against me with a sigh. This was all I needed, my girl asleep in my arms. I ran my hand down her arm and kissed her forehead as she closed her eyes. She smelled so good, like my soap and lavender from the candles around the room. I should probably blow the rest of those out, huh? I considered getting up, but she looked so peaceful already, maybe we'd just sleep for a bit…

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